Latina Real Estate Agent: Exclusive Best Deal

So my friend, you remember that latina real estate agent I told you about, the one who showed me the loft last week? I have to tell you what actually happened after the walkthrough, because it was nothing like any house tour I’ve ever been on. She was clicking through the listing on her tablet, all professional in this tight pencil skirt, and then she just looks up and asks if I want to see the bedroom’s full potential. Next thing I know, we’re not talking square footage anymore. She bends over the kitchen island first, then leads me to the bedroom where I’m suddenly behind her, her hands gripping the headboard, that skirt pushed up around her waist while she looks back at me over her shoulder with this little smirk. It was wild, sweaty, and totally unhurried in the best way, just the sound of us and the city light coming through those big windows. When I finally pulled out, I finished right across her lower back and she laughed, breathless, saying that’s the kind of closing bonus she doesn’t put in the contract. I just sat on the edge of the bed, kind of stunned, watching her fix her hair in the mirror like nothing had happened.